JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

But Diablo wouldn't dare gamble.

"It's always better to be careful. With Joseph around, the plane is likely to have problems. Let's be safe and wait for the next one."

After all, the nickname "vehicle killer" wasn't given lightly.

He's the kind of guy who can even cause a hearse to overturn!

"Is it really that far-fetched? I don't believe anyone can have an accident no matter what mode of transportation they're on." Pucci said it was impossible.

But there's nothing they can do now, because the plane that just took off has already left, and they can only wait for the next one.

"By the way, do you guys want to change your clothes?" Diablo looked at Dio's sexy outfit with some embarrassment.

Although it looks cool, those open-crotch pants and tight leather jacket... it's really a bit abnormal.

"I don't care about the little bread's opinion. If anyone dares to say anything, I'll just eat it." On this point, Dio was very firm.

Well, since he doesn't want to change his clothes, Diablo can't force him, can he?

It's important to know that forcing others is illegal!

While waiting for the plane, Pucci asked curiously, "By the way, what kind of people are you going to recruit this time in Japan?"

Diablo couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about the people he was trying to recruit: "A kid, an office worker."

Office worker?

Dior and Pucci were completely bewildered.

Is that thing really that powerful? Aren't there tons of those things in Egypt?

at the same time.

An ordinary Japanese office worker is enjoying a baby-like sleep, with his beloved "girlfriend" placed next to his pillow.

He slept soundly, enjoying his peaceful life.

Little did he know that his life was about to be turned upside down, and his fate would be completely reversed...

Chapter 39 Target, Morio Town

The plane arrived in Tokyo, Japan in the morning.

But getting off the plane became Dior's biggest problem.

Although it was winter, the sun was still shining brightly.

So the three guys told the flight attendant that they were allergic to ultraviolet rays and couldn't be exposed to sunlight.

The flight attendants were originally reluctant to do such troublesome things, but after seeing the three of them, they were all captivated.

"I'll think of a solution for you right away!"

"Me too."

"And me too."

Finally, Diablo and Pucci waited for the flight attendant to bring a canvas, and only after they wrapped Dio up tightly did they carry him off the plane.

Pucci even slipped and knocked Dio down!

Judging from the sound, he/she is most likely injured.

Diablo and Pucci carried Dio into Tokyo's best hotel.

Before arriving, Diablo learned from the flight attendant that their previous plane had returned due to a malfunction.

Upon hearing this news, Diablo couldn't help but marvel at his own foresight.

Joseph, no wonder he's a vehicle killer.

Upon arriving at the hotel room, Diablo untied the canvas and said smugly, "See? I told you, Joseph's plane was bound to meet with disaster."

"Do you believe me now?"

The canvas was untied, and Dior's face was a bloody mess from the fall, which had sent him tumbling down the stairs from the plane door to the ground.

But feeling the sunlight through the fabric, he dared not move or recover.

They endured it all the way to the hotel.

"I'm so sorry, Dior, I really didn't mean to." Pucci, fearing that Dior would harm him, quickly begged for forgiveness.

Fortunately, Dior didn't want to delve into this.

"Where do we go next?" Dio was eager to see the person Diablo had mentioned.

What kind of guy could possibly catch his eye?

"What's your rush? He's just a kid. You'll scare him." Diablo couldn't help but complain, looking at Dio's arrogant expression.

"Since you've come all this way, I'll go out for a stroll first. Anyway, you can't go out now, so go to sleep!" Diablo got up and prepared to go out.

"Wait for me, I want to go see too." Pucci stood up as well.

Seeing that the two of them were planning to just leave her behind and go have fun, Dior's expression was so rich it was like that of a woman who had been abandoned.

She's practically in tears right now!

"You're actually going to just leave me here to go out and have fun?" Dio looked at them with the same aggrieved expression as a wife watching her husband run off with his mistress.

Left with no other option, Diablo and Pucci had to lift him onto the bed themselves and cover him with a blanket.

"Sweetie, if you go out, you won't get any more. We'll buy you candy when you come back."

After saying that, the two left the hotel in a flash, leaving Dior alone in the empty room.

Let's make this clear first: Dior is all alone. Those of you who are interested, please line up one by one...

After leaving the hotel, the two went out onto the street, and Diablo immediately spotted the Tokyo Tower.

That's the Tokyo Tower that Gin shot at from his helicopter.

But he wasn't there for sightseeing. Diablo went to a newsstand and bought a map for reference.

They soon found a special little town, Morio.

After glancing at the route, Diablo pondered for a moment and immediately came to a conclusion.

If I take a taxi as soon as night falls, I can arrive in Morioh before sunrise the next day. This way, I will have plenty of time to settle Dior into the Morioh Grand Hotel.

Having planned everything, Diablo put the map in his pocket.

"What? You've already found a route?" Pucci asked.

"Yes, all we need to do next is find a taxi to pick up the sleeping baby from the hotel tonight."

Upon hearing Diablo refer to Dio as Sleepy Baby, Pucci couldn't help but chuckle. "This is the first time I've heard anyone call Dio that. I've only heard Endor, one of the Nine Gods, mention it. Dio is like a savior of villains."

“Bad people? Pretty much, since none of us are exactly good people.” Diablo bought two bottles of Coke and handed one to Pucci.

The two of them drank their cola and watched the people coming and going.

"Humanity does not need your efforts; humanity needs to make its own efforts, face the unknown, and rise up in resistance."

“If we let them know their entire lives in advance, it will undoubtedly harm them.” Diablo gulped down half a bottle in one go.

Pucci looked at the Coke in his hand with a smile, "What you're saying sounds like the lines of a heroic protagonist."

"Is he decent?" Diablo couldn't help but think of his gangster business: collecting protection money, running casinos, running clubs... It seemed like he had done every bad thing except for illegal drugs.

"Sometimes, the righteous will use underhanded methods, and sometimes, the villains will be upright and honest."

"Like I said, the line between good and evil is never completely drawn. You can say I'm a kind of bad person, but I'm definitely not a good person."

After saying this, the two gently tapped their bottles together and then drank them down in one gulp.

"After talking for so long, I'm starving. Let's go eat!"

"Great, I'll give it a try and see what kind of food Tokyo has."

"It shouldn't be a big deal, after all, the place is only so big..."

The two chatted idly, as if they had forgotten something, but neither of them could recall it.

Oh well, if I forgot about it, it means it wasn't important.

Meanwhile, a forgotten sleeping baby is fast asleep in the hotel...

After finishing their meal, Diablo and Pucci generously praised the delicious food.

"It tastes awful! And it's so expensive, plus there's so little of it!"

"I knew it! What good stuff could Japan possibly have?"

They never expected that their words would be overheard by the shop owner, especially by the biggest local bully.

"These foreign country bumpkins, how dare they tell the truth like that? They look like just two weak and frail men."

So the shop owner's henchmen quickly sprang into action and secretly followed them.

They specifically target foreign tourists, especially lone individuals or ostentatious displays of wealth.

Selling food is nowhere near as easy as robbing someone.

Moreover, this is their territory, so even if they call the police, it won't do any good.

So, dozens of muscular men quietly followed Diablo and his group, preparing to make a fortune.

After all, those two guys seemed to have inadvertently shown off their Rolexes while they were eating!

Diablo and Pucci noticed that they had been following them all the way. Even without paying special attention, they were aware of it.

"So many people, they don't seem to have any good intentions." Pucci saw the people behind him reflected in the roadside sign; there were more than a dozen strong adult men.

Diablo looked pleasantly surprised. "I was just saying I'd bring food for the sleeping baby, and here's takeout!"

Chapter 40 Who is the bad guy?

At this moment, the poor, muscular men were unaware that they were about to face a terrible disaster, still dreaming of getting rich after robbing them.

"Looks like these two guys are just tourists. Be smart and just rob them." The leader was a man with a mohawk.

"Yes, brother, this time we'll definitely resolve it quickly too!"